So, my husband was finally able to get back to the Christmas shopping now that all the kids are back in school and not sick anymore.
After multiple texts back and forth about what stuffies to get the kids, being unable to locate the one we know they all wanted at the Disney store, my brilliant receptionist spent all of 10 seconds on Google and located what we needed at the Showcase store.
We were at HMV this morning. Husband was off looking for some Criterion Collection DVDs and I was on toddler duty. The store was pretty empty as it had just opened so we had the run of the store. The toddler high-tailed it to the “toy section” and spent the next 10 agonizing minutes of my life with a game of 20 questions.
All this after a half-hour car ride which sounded like this:
“What’s that? Ooooh, treetcar! I want one. Daddy! Look! A bus! Mommy!! Mommy!!!!!!! My boot fell ground! I want muffin! Daddy!! Bird, Daddy, look! What’s that, Mommy? Look, Mommy, a truck! I want one!”
Welcome to another installment of National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo), where bloggers post daily for the entire month. It’s a big commitment but one I have succeeded at in the past and I hope to be able to keep it up again this year. I can promise my readers there will be talk of running, life as a mother, being a doctor and running a practice and being a daughter to elderly parents. So, probably nothing terrible new. Ha!
It’s the day after Halloween and it’s not even 10am and I think my kids have asked for candy about a hundred times. Right now I’d rather stick a fork in my eye than hear them ask for candy one more time.
The clocks turned back an hour last night. Daylight savings time. I can vaguely remember it the thought of an extra hour of sleep was heaven. Not so much anymore. In fact, it’s a horrible joke played on many parents. An extra hour of sleep? What a joke. The toddler was up just before 5 am. And when I say up, I mean awake and ready to meet the world. There was no way he was falling back asleep. Then the older two, I could hear talking around 5:45 am. My older son came into my room and gave me a kiss – the distinct smell of chocolate on his breath. It would appear they sneaked some candy in their room before going to bed last night. Well played, kids. Well played.
Two years old in a few weeks and he’s giving me more hassle than the other two before him combined.
He expertly climbed out of his crib a month ago. Happy as a pig in shit to do so. Ready for a big boy bed, it would seem. So a big boy bed he got. Trouble is now he won’t stay in it. Oh, eventually he’ll just tire at the gate and shuffle back to bed but when this happens at 1 am in the morning, it comes down to a battle of will.
“Maaaaama, I whan warhm miiiiilk.”
Me, softly, from my bedroom. “Go back to bed.”
Whining ensues. Tired whining.
Me: “Go back to bed.”
“No. Maaaaama. I hugry.”
A few more minutes of whining.
“Daaaaady. I whan warhm miiiilk.”
Sternly, “Go back to bed. Night night.”
This went on for over an hour. Eventually, his will broke and he found his way back to bed. Hmpfh. Hungry indeed. Just stay the fuck in bed, kid.
Daughter had her fracture clinic follow up this afternoon. I had called this morning to book the appointment only to be told it was already booked and it was in a few hours.
Say again? No one from the hospital called us, it’s only been 5 days since she was seen and yesterday was a holiday, so how can she be booked already?
Sigh. Thank goodness her dad is at home. I called my mom to see if she could come over to watch the baby and then called daughter’s school advising them that she was being picked up early. Husband texted me from the clinic that it was busy and he would be late picking up our son from preschool. I re-arranged my patient bookings so I could pick him up and take him home.
As I was about to leave to get my son, I received this text from husband.
I hated that I wasn’t there for my daughter. I called husband and told him my plan of getting our son, taking him home to my mom and then coming to the hospital. I was going to cancel the rest of my day. I spoke with my little girl and she was obviously crying, “I don’t want surgery, Mommy.” I tried to be as calm and upbeat as I could telling her that the doctors weren’t sure yet and we needed to wait to find out what the x-rays showed. Hubby then took the phone away and said they were going for the x-rays and hung up.
I got home about thirty minutes later and anxiously waited for news. I kept telling myself that its not a big deal if she needs surgery, after all husband had a similar fracture when he was 12, they would have matching scars! But the thought of her being put under a general anesthetic and having her skin cut open and her bones screwed back together – ugh, it was awful.
Finally, I got service back on my phone and a flurry of texts came in.
“New cast for 2 weeks.”
And then … “Done and coming home.”
I gave her the biggest hug when I saw her and her fancy new cast.